Candy Cane Elf
AdvancedJ3lly@Indy Cooper@Canoli@Tsar Gatto@Synthorian@POOHEAD189
Taenarum, sometimes called the planet of ill will, was something different to any different people; to some it was a lifeline to possibly their only source of income, while to others it nothing more than a wretched hive of scum and villainy - better to be destroyed than allowed to survive in it's current state. True, it was a planet which held the largest single population of individuals that would fight for coin, bartered goods or even for the thrill of war itself, and there were plenty of brothels and watering holes for a thirsty or lustful warrior to quench themselves, but overall it was well organised and not half as violent as off-worlders seemed to believe.
The aim of almost everyone on the planet, from the lone wolf to the larger companies and to the towering machines of war, alien or human it made no difference, was to be hired out by a greater power for a cause that was hopefully greater than their own. In theory this was easy! One would await a contract, ever seeking one out or being sought out in turn, from an employer of some form - these could be mighty star empires, lower domains with less population, or even major and affluent lordlings or religious orders - the term would then be agreed upon by both groups and, before long, forces would be mobilised and the cycle of war could begin anew.
The planet itself was more like a continent wide city surrounded by water, not a patch of earth to be seen otherwise, and to the four eyes of the Valnaur emissary only recently arrived from a verdant plains world at the western-most fringe of the freshly isolationist sovereign, it was something completely new. His own home world was sparsely populated, diplomatically neutral in most conflicts, and absent of the flashing lights, loud voices and general clamour of Taenarum, his furred arachnid brethren living in underground burrows beneath the earth of the vast open plains and - in spite of their admittedly ugly appearance - their warlike tendancies were nearly nil.
In one of his clawed limbs was clutched a missive from his Emperor instructing him to hire a company for...well...that would be telling, and it was classified; first he needed to find an individual to negotiate with.
Unsure of where one might find such a man (or alien), Teeruk'nok'tanar of Yurach headed toward a square covered in hawkers and merchants attempting to seel their wares. In the middle of the square flowed a fountain, and it was here that Teeruk took a seat, his typically swollen abdomen positioned comfortably enough that he could dip a claw into the clear water as he surveyed the area around him, searching for those he sought and clacking his mandibles together irritably.
Why was it so hot?
Taenarum, sometimes called the planet of ill will, was something different to any different people; to some it was a lifeline to possibly their only source of income, while to others it nothing more than a wretched hive of scum and villainy - better to be destroyed than allowed to survive in it's current state. True, it was a planet which held the largest single population of individuals that would fight for coin, bartered goods or even for the thrill of war itself, and there were plenty of brothels and watering holes for a thirsty or lustful warrior to quench themselves, but overall it was well organised and not half as violent as off-worlders seemed to believe.
The aim of almost everyone on the planet, from the lone wolf to the larger companies and to the towering machines of war, alien or human it made no difference, was to be hired out by a greater power for a cause that was hopefully greater than their own. In theory this was easy! One would await a contract, ever seeking one out or being sought out in turn, from an employer of some form - these could be mighty star empires, lower domains with less population, or even major and affluent lordlings or religious orders - the term would then be agreed upon by both groups and, before long, forces would be mobilised and the cycle of war could begin anew.
The planet itself was more like a continent wide city surrounded by water, not a patch of earth to be seen otherwise, and to the four eyes of the Valnaur emissary only recently arrived from a verdant plains world at the western-most fringe of the freshly isolationist sovereign, it was something completely new. His own home world was sparsely populated, diplomatically neutral in most conflicts, and absent of the flashing lights, loud voices and general clamour of Taenarum, his furred arachnid brethren living in underground burrows beneath the earth of the vast open plains and - in spite of their admittedly ugly appearance - their warlike tendancies were nearly nil.
In one of his clawed limbs was clutched a missive from his Emperor instructing him to hire a company for...well...that would be telling, and it was classified; first he needed to find an individual to negotiate with.
Unsure of where one might find such a man (or alien), Teeruk'nok'tanar of Yurach headed toward a square covered in hawkers and merchants attempting to seel their wares. In the middle of the square flowed a fountain, and it was here that Teeruk took a seat, his typically swollen abdomen positioned comfortably enough that he could dip a claw into the clear water as he surveyed the area around him, searching for those he sought and clacking his mandibles together irritably.
Why was it so hot?
